After finishing his words, Marx didn't linger in the dungeon any longer. He turned and left without giving Leipoder a chance for regret.
"Damn it!" Leipoder slammed his fist into the door of the cell, the dull thud of the impact echoing loudly, but leaving no trace.
Bright red blood began to drip from his hand, but he seemed unaware, his teeth clenched tightly. He glared fiercely at Marx's retreating figure through the window, his hatred so intense he wished he could tear him apart piece by piece.
If it hadn't been for Marx, he wouldn't have ended up in this situation. He wouldn't have left his daughter helpless, stranded and alone.
But alas, it was too late for regrets. Leipoder slumped down onto the floor. If he obeyed Zenith's arrangements, he might still find a sliver of hope. Otherwise, his daughter would be doomed. But if they got hold of the core technology for creating artificial monsters… who knew how many people would die because of it?
